It was winter 1957. Everything was covered in snow and ice. It was the coldest time of the year. Especially for John Keensley. At the moment he was lying in the park, on a bench. He had put some old newspapers on him, trying to get a little bit warmer. It didn’t matter anyway, since it was snowing all night long. He hadn’t slept for about four nights now. Not since he escaped his prison, the orphanage. Now he was caught in a whole new prison. He spent the whole hari trying to find food. He didn’t have any money though, so sometimes he mencuri some food to get through the day. When it started to get dark, he’d head back to the park. The only place where he could sleep, atau at least try to sleep, without being send away. There were some other, older men in the park too each night. John assumed that they were drug abusers atau alcoholics atau something like that. The first night John had spent in the park, they’d come up to him. Asking him for money. Like he would be freezing outside if he had money to pay for shelter. It sure was a bad system. Homeless actually had to pay a lot to stay overnight and get some warm food in a shelter home. Even in the winter, in this weather, they wouldn’t let a seventeen tahun old boy stay for even one night. They just told him that if he didn’t have the money, he had to get out. So he did. And he hasn’t closed his eyes since.
Today he walked passed a factory. He saw some kids walk in, in the morning and walk out at night. Tomorrow he would go there and see if he could get a job. At least he would have some money. It had to be enough to buy some food. Maybe it would even be enough to spend a night in a shelter. Sleep in a warm tempat tidur again. God, he missed the feeling of a warm bed. Going to tempat tidur had always been the best part of his day. In the orphanage he had lived with terrible people, who would beat anda up if anda didn’t listen to them. To the outside world they may seem like holy men, looking after the children who have lost both their parents. But they weren’t holy, not at all. anda may wonder what has happened to John’s parents. Well.. I don’t really know either. All I know is that they both died when he was six years old. He has lived in the orphanage since then. Until now of course.
The selanjutnya morning, John went on his way to the factory. He had to walk about 45 menit to get there. When he got to there, he saw that people were already heading inside. He felt nervous, but he also knew it had no use to just stand there in the cold. So he started walking towards the building. When he’d almost arrived near the entrance, he saw a man who, what seemed like it, was in charge. He walked up to him and asked him for a job. The man was actually nicer that John had expected. First he laughed in his face, which isn’t such a nice thing to do of course. But after John kind of explained his situation, the man berkata he would have a week to proof himself. If he did the job right, he could stay. John was a hard worker, he had to be. This job was his only hope at a better future. A future without having to sleep outside. A future without being hungry all hari and all night. This was his only rescue.
Today he walked passed a factory. He saw some kids walk in, in the morning and walk out at night. Tomorrow he would go there and see if he could get a job. At least he would have some money. It had to be enough to buy some food. Maybe it would even be enough to spend a night in a shelter. Sleep in a warm tempat tidur again. God, he missed the feeling of a warm bed. Going to tempat tidur had always been the best part of his day. In the orphanage he had lived with terrible people, who would beat anda up if anda didn’t listen to them. To the outside world they may seem like holy men, looking after the children who have lost both their parents. But they weren’t holy, not at all. anda may wonder what has happened to John’s parents. Well.. I don’t really know either. All I know is that they both died when he was six years old. He has lived in the orphanage since then. Until now of course.
The selanjutnya morning, John went on his way to the factory. He had to walk about 45 menit to get there. When he got to there, he saw that people were already heading inside. He felt nervous, but he also knew it had no use to just stand there in the cold. So he started walking towards the building. When he’d almost arrived near the entrance, he saw a man who, what seemed like it, was in charge. He walked up to him and asked him for a job. The man was actually nicer that John had expected. First he laughed in his face, which isn’t such a nice thing to do of course. But after John kind of explained his situation, the man berkata he would have a week to proof himself. If he did the job right, he could stay. John was a hard worker, he had to be. This job was his only hope at a better future. A future without having to sleep outside. A future without being hungry all hari and all night. This was his only rescue.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits oleh Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to pindah tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a api earlier, and let me tell anda journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the api ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits oleh Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to pindah tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a api earlier, and let me tell anda journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the api ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a pohon
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the puncak, atas anda see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this hari those who were near berkata it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
selanjutnya chapter "The pookie Returns"